A traveling salesman got lost in the Kentucky hills. He stopped at the only farm in a holler to ask directions. The farmer gave instructions of the You cant miss it sort.
Our hero thanked the man and was about to take his leave.
The farmer said "Sir, I'd be honored if you would share a drink with me afore you go."
The salesman said, "Thanks, but it's too early in the day for me."
The farmer pointed squirrel rifle at our man. "Around here, mister, we take our hospitality seriously. Now I'd be right honored if you'd pick up that jug and take a drink."
"All right, all right." says our hero. And drink he does.
There followed a brief interval of choking and sputtering. "My God, man! That's the foulest forty-rod white lightning I've ever tasted! Calling it panther piss is an insult to the panther!"
The farmer said "Stranger, I plum admire your taste in liquor.
Here. You hold the gun on me while I drink some."